David Bishop and the Mystic of Creation T.C. Crawford (icecream ebook reader txt) 📖

that’s what I heard from some of the merchants who used to come through the Southern Tunnel back when it was still operational.”

The company tried to press through the thronging crowd, but they were pushed back and prevented from moving forward.

“You ain’t going nowhere!” yelled one man with a scowl.

“You’re gonna get it!” yelled another, his face distorted in rage.

“Let us pass, we are just on our way out!” yelled Tyrius over the crowd.

Suddenly, the crowd towards the back started to clear and part and the yelling and screaming began dying down, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

David could see a group of men making their way through the crowd, and suddenly his gut started to warn him something was wrong.

He pulled on Erin’s shirt to get her attention, “Erin, I think something is wrong. We need to get out of here fast.” he said, alarmed.

“I know, I have a bad feeling too” she replied.

The men finally reached their way to the edge of the crowd and made their way into the opening, stopping just before Tyrius who stood in front of the others protectively.

It was the same man from the night before, along with his friends, only this time, he brought several others with him. Their posse now consisted of fifteen men, each equipped with a short sword in a scabbard on their hips and a mean scowl on their faces. They looked at Tyrius and the others with disgust and anger before their leader finally spoke.

“I knew I didn’t like you bunch the second I saw you last night in the Inn” he said. “And now I know why. You’re outsiders from the North. I saw your coin – there ain’t nobody from here that carries filthy northern money like that.”

David could see the Innkeeper slowly wriggle his way to the front of the crowd and stand just behind the posse.

“Is that a problem?” asked Tyrius calmly.

“You’re darn right it’s a problem!” said the ringleader. “Your kind’s been banned from ever coming to our lands again, yet here you are, defying our laws like a bunch of criminals. Now you’ve left us no choice but to take you in to see the leader. He’ll decide what to do with you” he said, smiling threateningly.

“You will do no such thing,” said Tyrius forcefully. “Not if you know what’s best for you and your men.” he said, placing his other hand on his staff and resting it in front of him.

“What, you’re gonna whack me with that stick of yours?” said the man, mockingly. “Well, hate to break it to you, but we have more than just sticks and have you outnumbered.” he said, before drawing his sword and pointing it at Tyrius. His band of men quickly followed suit, to which David and Erin drew their swords while Holzer and Reingard quickly grabbed their axes off their backs.

They each stood their grounds, prepared to fight their way out if necessary.

The crowd began screaming and yelling, urging on the fight that was about to break loose before them.

“Get ‘em!” they heard someone shout from the crowd.

“You have the nerve to stand up to the Guild, old man? So be it!” said the ringleader. Emboldened by the support of the townsfolk and their superior numbers, he quickly lunged at Tyrius, who swiftly deflected the attack and spun around, smacking the leader in the back of his head with his staff, knocking him to the ground.

The others quickly jumped into action when the rest of the Guild rushed into the attack.

The crowd dispersed in a panic at the sudden outbreak, screaming and running towards their homes, giving them full reign of the city streets to branch out and take on their aggressors.

David quickly rushed toward his nearest opponent who unleashed a powerful overhead swing towards David’s head. David quickly side-stepped and shoved his shoulder hard into his opponent, knocking him over and giving David the opportunity to take on another man who had been running his way in an attempt to outnumber him.

The man tried swinging his sword wildly at David, but David was too quick, and easily dodged the attacks before parrying and counter attacking with equal ferocity and far more precision. The man was overwhelmed, and David was able to dispatch him with ease, sending him scrambling away with the other man he had knocked over.

David looked over to check on the others, and saw Erin had already taken down two men and was working on another, while Reingard and Holzer were actively chasing down a group of men who had apparently underestimated their opponent’s ferocity and instead, decided to turn tail and run.

Tyrius was taking on the leader and had already knocked out several others in his wake, swinging his staff around with the skill and grace of a practiced warrior, landing powerful blows to the man’s body before swiftly sweeping him off his feet and pinning him to the ground.

The fight was over in a matter of minutes.

“You’re going to regret this, old man!” said the man, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

“I would think it wise for you and your men to leave here at once and let us go in peace. I cannot promise you that next time, should you attack us again, you will leave in such good condition” said Tyrius, threateningly.

He lifted the pressure of his staff from the man’s chest and the man quickly scrambled to his feet and took off down the street after the rest of his men.

Reingard and Holzer were coming back and passed him on their way up the street towards David and the others, huge grins on both of their faces.

“Did you see those guys run?” asked Reingard, clearly enjoying the victory a little too much.

Everyone chuckled in spite of the dangerous encounter they had just survived before Tyrius brought them back to the task at hand.

“Now do you see why I was so adamant about us traveling away from the towns?” he asked, to